On with the story....
The next morning, I woke to finally find Sydney still curled up to my side. I hated waking up and not feeling her beside me. I pulled her tighter to me, reveling in the feeling of being with her. I knew that tonight I would have to tell Lauren that I wanted a divorce.
I was going to get this done with as quick as possible. Luckily with law school under my belt, I had the right connections to get this moving, and fast. I wanted to be free to marry Sydney as soon as possible. After all, we did have a baby on the way....A baby. I instantly started to daydream. With the thought of the baby, I thought it would be proper to make Sydney breakfast in bed. So I gently untangled myself from her side, and went down to the kitchen and made her her favorite..and my specialty... French toast. She always said that me being french made them taste better, who knows if that is true.
I put her food on the tray, mixed her brewers yeast concoction to prevent her morning sickness, and made my way back to her beautiful sleeping form.
I set the tray down, and sat beside her on the bed. Gently brushing my hand on her cheek, and then through her silky brown hair. She slowly began to stir out of her peaceful slumber.
"Morning Baby." she whispered.
"Hey Gorgeous." i said as I gave her a soft kiss.
"I made you some breakfast."
"Mmmmmm....French boyfriend toast!! My favorite. Oooo and fresh raspberries, and whip cream...mmmmm...I love you!
"Well, eat up, cause when you are done, you can open your birthday present. Again, happy birthday baby!" I said.
"Presents?" she said with excitement.
"Yes, now eat, if we are going to have a hockey player on our hands, you will need to feed him...or her..."
"Hockey player huh? We'll see about that daddy."
"I love the way that sounds rolling off your beautiful lips....daddy. I am going to be somebodies daddy. Wow. You are going to be a mommy. Mommy Syd. I loooove the sound of that. You are going to be an amazing mom Syd." I said, but noticed her smile fade a bit.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I-I am just not sure if I am cut out for this. I didn't really have a motherly figure when I was growing up, and most women, who have a baby, can look to their mothers or grandmothers for guidance. I have neither. What if I am not a good mother?" she stately sadly.
"Aww baby, there is no way that you could be bad at anything, especially being a mother. I see how much you love that baby already. You are one of the kindest and most loving people I have ever met. Even after all your mom,... and your dad for that matter did to taint you in life, you were an angel that God sent here, and nobody could taint you. People have tried, but the light that shines from you, it lights up everyone's lives around you...don't you see that?" I said, wiping the now falling tears from her eyes. "I love you Syd, so much, I wish you could see or feel what you just being you does to me. If you could, you would never doubt yourself, and your ability to love. You have a gift, of making people love you. You must know that, please know that." I said.
"Michael, I love you so much." she said as she sobbed. I pulled her to me, and she cried tears of sadness and hapiness all at once. These pregnancy hormones are already proving to be something else.
She finished her breakfast, and I happily brought the three beautifully wrapped presents to her to as she bounced excitedly on the bed. "Here." I said.
She quickly ripped the wrapper off of the first one, revealing a brown leather bound journal, with our names on them. Well, future names. Michael Christian Vaughn, and Sydney Anne Vaughn. She looked at me with her eyes full of love.
"I thought we could use the journal, so that we can begin to heal the pain that I caused you. I know we are looking towards the future, but I think that we need to heal the past while blazing into our future head on. I noticed since your return how much you love music, and how the lyrics of songs touch you. So I thought we could write notes, and thoughts, and lyrics to each other, so that what needs to be said is said, without interruption, so that we both have an understanding, and can move past all of it. I started the first page, read it." I said.
Dear Syd,
I wanted to somehow express to you, how I felt when you returned to my life, and thought, since you have come back into my life, I would use this opportunity to tell you what I was really thinking, during that brief time that I felt confused, and lost about what the future would bring. I always knew in my heart, you were the one. I just didn't know how to be the person to have not only hurt you, but also to hurt Lauren, who at the time, I didn't know was betraying me, and to that point, she had helped me through a really difficult time. That being said. I wanted to share the lyrics to a song that best describe how I felt when I thought you were dead. I know now, that I love you more than anything, and I hope that we can somehow heal this pain, or at least learn from it, so that our love can grow as strong as possible, as I feel it does more and more everyday. I love you.
Yours always, V
Lyrics:
Is it my turn to wish you were lying here
I tend to dream you when I'm not sleeping
Is it my turn to fictionalize my world
Or even imagine your emotions
To tell myself anything
Is it my turn to hold you by your hands
Tell you I love you and you not hear me
Is it my turn to totally understand
To watch you walk out of my life
And not do a damn thing
If I have to give away
Of the feeling that I feel
If I have to sacrifice
Whatever babe, whatever baby
If I have to take apart
All that I am
Is there anything that I would not do
Cuz inside I'd die without you
Oh I apologize for all the things I've done
But now I'm underwater and I'm drowning
Is it my turn to be the one to cry
Isn't it amazing how some things
Just completely turn around
So take every little piece of my heart
So take every little piece of my soul
So take every little piece of my mind
Cuz if you're gone
Inside
I'd die without you
****
She closes the journal, and looks into my eyes deeply. "Thank You" she says, and gives me a kiss. Her eyes say everything else. We silently have an understanding as to what that journal means to our future.
She then moves to her second gift. She opens the wrapper to pull our a mini King's Jersey the perfect size for a little certain someone on the way. She wipes yet another tear out of her eye at the sight of it.
"I thought it appropriate that this be our babies first gift from us." i said.
"Vaughn, this is the cutest thing, like ever. Thank You." she said.
With that, she moves on to the third and final present. She opens the small jewelry box revealing the beautiful angel necklace that was my grandmothers.
"This was my grandmother's necklace, my mom gave it to me to give to my wife, and I sure as hell wasn't going to see this on Lauren, I never showed it to her. I was going to put it out to sea when I spread your ashes, but for some reason, I needed to keep it, to somehow hold on to you. You are the only woman that this belongs to, and even then somehow I knew. Now you really do have a guardian angel, and when you wear it, remember that I am always here to protect you. Not that you need it, you can kick anybody's ass...but in all seriousness, that is my vow to you. To always be your guardian angel. Always." I said.
"Vaughn, this is the best birthday I have ever had. I couldn't have asked for anything more. You just being here, was an awesome present. I love you so much, for everything you gave me, but most of all for giving me love, trust, and security. I love you most for that. You are the only person in my life, that broke through all the barriers, and still saw me. You are the smartest, most handsome, and giving person I have met, and I hope that you know that. I love you, god, so much. Thank you." she said as she threw her arms around me, and pulled me down to bed with her.
We snuggled up together, and went back to sleep in perfect harmony. The outside world could wait a little while longer, we were held up perfectly content in this world of our own.
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